Warwick Spinks, a VIOLENT child sex predator recaptured following an international manhunt quaffs champagne on a luxury boat — after he was freed by a loophole.

Evil Warwick Spinks, dubbed the Pied Piper of Paedophiles, was extradited from the Czech Republic in November after 15 years on the run.

He should have then served the last 18 months of his five-year jail term. But when he was caged back in 1995 the law only allowed officials to make offenders serve part of a sentence before automatically freeing them.

That loophole was closed for absconders last year but it cannot be enforced retrospectively.

So officials had to free Spinks FOUR MONTHS after his recapture.

The pot-bellied paedo, who now calls himself property tycoon Willem van Wijk, celebrated his freedom and 49th birthday with a bash for 14 pals, including toyboy Vladimir, 34.

The Sun watched as he:

SIPPED champagne with pals at a luxury floating restaurant.

UNWRAPPED creepy presents including an edible thong.

WRITHED with male go-go dancers, saying: “You’re only as young as the boy you’re feeling.”

CAVORTED starkers in a glass-sided plunge pool with a Slovak lad in front of other perverts.

A source said: “Spinks should be behind bars. Many people in Prague were shocked to see him back so soon acting as if nothing had happened. He is ****ing a snook at British justice.”

Spinks was first identified as a dangerous child abuser in 1992. He divided his time between England and Amsterdam, introducing sex tourists to young boys.

He told one undercover cop he could arrange sex with boys in Germany, Prague and Poland for as little as 10p. He was also secretly taped offering to supply a “snuff” video in which a boy, ten, was killed for kicks.

In 1995 he was jailed for seven years at Lewes Crown Court, East Sussex, for several offences against underage boys.

His sentence was cut to five years on appeal but when let out on licence in 1997 he fled the UK, violating his probation conditions.

Spinks was tracked down in Prague in 2000 running sex tours for paedophiles. But he evaded justice and was finally extradited last November, a coup hailed by the Child Exploitation and Online Protection Centre.

It had branded him “one of the most notorious and violent offenders we have ever dealt with”.

The Ministry of Justice refused to comment last night. But a source admitted Spinks’s release was “embarrassing”.

In Prague, where the age of consent is 15 and prostitution is legal for over 18s, vile Spinks aims to take advantage.

THIS stark timeline tracks the years of Spinks’ sick trail of terror across UK and Europe:

1992: HE is quizzed by London cops on links to Euro paedo rings. He fixes sex with boys for tourists in Holland and offers to sell sick torture films.

1993: A LAD of 14 says he was raped at knifepoint and sold to a Dutch brothel after Spinks lured him into his home in Hastings, Sussex.

1995: SPINKS is jailed at Lewes, Sussex, for offences including drugging and kidnapping the 14-year-old boy and committing sex acts on him.

1997: DESCRIBED as “one of Britain’s most dangerous paedophiles”, Spinks is released from prison on licence and immediately flees.

1998: THE fiend sets up an agency in Prague after flitting between boltholes. A warrant is issued when he is spotted in the Canaries in 2001.

2012: SPINKS is finally flown back to the UK and arrested at Heathrow. But he is freed in 2013 and returns to his old haunts in Prague.

November 2012

Warwick Spinks arrest: Child sex attacker back in prison

Horrifying back catalogue of abuse led to his nickname ‘the Pied Piper of Paedophiles’ after bragged he could arrange sex with young boys for as little as 10p

A violent child sex offender who fled the UK and went on the run for 15 years is back in jail after being arrested in the Czech Republic.

Warwick Spinks, 48, was arrested at Heathrow after being flown from Prague on Thursday, the Child Exploitation and Online Protection Centre (CEOP) said.

He was also caught on secret camera offering to supply a video in which a 10 year old boy was killed and one featuring the horrific abuse of a young boy.

CEOP said Spinks was convicted in 1995 at Lewes Crown Court of numerous sexual offences against boys in Hastings.

He was jailed for seven years, reduced to five years on appeal in 1996.

His offences included serious sexual assault at knifepoint, taking indecent images of children and taking a child without lawful authority.

International investigation

He was released on licence on condition that he was not allowed to leave the UK without permission.

He breached the conditions in 1997 and was recalled to prison, but went missing.

Following extradition from the Czech Republic he will serve the 18 remaining months of his sentence.

His arrest followed an international investigation involving officers from CEOP, the Metropolitan Police and the Serious Organised Crime Agency (Soca).

Spinks was arrested by Czech police in August 2012. He had been using numerous aliases , including Willem Van Wijk and William Spinks, CEOP said.

Febuary 2000

Fugitive paedophile who runs package tours for perverts to prey on children

A PLOT by Britain’s most wanted paedophile to run child-sex holidays for perverts has been smashed by the Sunday People.

Evil Warwick Spinks is cashing in by organising “package tours” for sicko clients to prey on teenage boys.

We tracked down runaway Spinks, 35, to the Czech capital of Prague, Europe’s new perverts’ paradise.

The brute BOASTED how he used the Internet to lure men from Britain and the rest of Europe by promising tours of pick-up bars and providing apartments where the sex beasts could take youngsters.

Spinks fled Britain three years ago – breaking conditions of parole – after his early release from a jail term for drugging and kidnapping a 14-year-old boy who he SOLD to a gay brothel in Holland.

The fiend – described by police as one of Britain’s most dangerous paedophiles – was also suspected of masterminding an international paedophile ring and being involved in “snuff movies”. He faces instant arrest if he returns home.

Spinks BRAGGED to our investigators – posing as sex tour operators: “In Prague, a boy will spend the night with you for 400 Kronas, less than pounds 10. Just put the men on a plane and leave the rest to me. I can provide accommodation, transport and the personal touch.”

The Sunday People has put paid to Spinks’s sick scheme by blowing his cover. We can reveal today how he:

-POSES as a Dutch property consultant, using the name Wilhelm Pavel;

-SHAVED off his moustache in a bid to alter his appearance and rarely ventures far without minders;

-HIDES away in a flat in one of the smarter suburbs of Prague, a magnet for perverts because the age of consent for gay sex is only 15;

-USES e-mail and hidden websites to keep his tours secret from the authorities;

-PLOTS to make Prague as popular as Thailand for paedophiles. The city’s police have heard of kiddies as young as eight selling their bodies.

-TAUNTED Scotland Yard detectives who long to put him back behind bars and protectchildren.

Spinks, who claims to speak eight languages, boasted: “I know all the right boys. They’re all bisexual in this country. Any boy is available at the right price.

“I already have a lot of clients from Holland, Germany and Belgium. In June I have 20 arriving here. They are all spoilt b******s with lots of money.

“Amsterdam is played out now and all my old friends have moved here as well. The beauty of this place is that, like the Dutch, they have no hang-ups about sex.

“The boys are as cheap as in Thailand but are just two hours away from London by plane. The average wage here is only pounds 200 a month.

“I provide apartments because you will have a problem taking a boy back to a hotel room. There are security men on every floor and they will not allow visitors no matter how much you have paid.”

Spinks, who had his gay lover Jakob, 22, in tow, said: “Between us we have eight apartments with access to another 68.

“My apartments will give you the freedom to do what you like when you like. They are all nicely furnished and in the right locations for nightlife. I use clubs like Pinocchio’s or Escape where you get lads on the run from conscription into the army. Some of them are stunning.”

Spinks, from Greenwich, South London, proudly explained how he contacts the scum who use his services. He said: “I don’t need to advertise but have a website run by a friend in Budapest.

“Most business is by word of mouth. I have a lot of regulars who know they can trust me. The boys are also trustworthy. You don’t have to worry about them stealing from you.”

Spinks then explained how he looks after the needs of his pervert punters.

He said: “We can pick them up by car from the airport or organise a minibus if it is a large group. We will drop them off at apartments and take them out for personalised tours of all the best places.”

Spinks tries to meet any needs of his clients – down to a supply of Diet Coke in the fridge.

He said: “They all want boys. We will be flat out pampering them. Most of our business is repeat business and clients won’t come back if we don’t look after them properly.”

Spinks was convicted in 1995 of abducting the 14-year-old.

He drugged the lad, who had run away from a children’s home, and sold him as a rent boy in Holland. British and Dutch police launched an investigation after the boy fled to the British Embassy.

Spinks got seven years, cut to five years on appeal. Officers from Scotland Yard’s PaedophileSquad were furious when he got parole in 1997 after 30 months. He ignored conditions that he be supervised by probation officers and sign the Sex Offenders Register and fled – sending cops a taunting postcard from Holland.

International businessmen, lawyers and politicians were among Spinks’s clients when he ran the notorious Why Not boy brothel in Amsterdam before his arrest.

Cops in Amsterdam secretly taped Spinks offering to supply a video in which a 10-year-old boy was killed. He also said an associate had seen a boy die in the making of a film.

Spinks told our investigators at a meeting in Prague’s Wenceslas Square: “Scotland Yard would love to get their hands on me because they wasted pounds 2million investigating me.” Two minders watched from a nearby car as Spinks added: “I am well protected here.”

When one minder rumbled our photographer, Spinks started ranting and had to be calmed by passing policemen.

The Paedofile: Police catch the small fry as Judges let the big fish off

Violent paedophile, snuff movie suspect and professional child trafficker Warwick Spinks. Longest ever sentence: five yearsOur police and judiciary are either incompetent, or protecting the powerful. Looks to me like it’s a mixture of both.

More anonymous perverts are passing through the Courts, there’s been another arrest in connection with Elm House – already-known bit player – and a small paedophile ring discovered in Sheffield. Here we are again – just like Hackgate – months pass by and nobody in the political class has been collared. Thanks go to all of you who keep emailing me with news of such things, but without sounding churlish they add up to one obvious thing: tid-bits being thrown to the baying wolves, delaying tactics while more evidence is covered up, distractions to take people’s minds off the odd actions of former Welsh and Home Secretaries.

The paedophile ‘investigation’ closely resembles the Global econo-fiscal meltdown in one important way: the people involved in allegedly sorting it out will do anything rather than admit it’s a socio-cultural disaster. Sad little teachers in provincial towns get banged up, but any mention of Leon Brittan is fobbed off with the “rumour and innuendo” shtick….exactly as it was applied to Cyril Smith when he was alive. The worrying thing is that this isn’t a Front Page issue any more. The filibustering of those protecting the fiddlers is doing precisely what they intended – creating ennui in the face of bigger issues like being broke and having no home.

Meanwhile, the Establishment folks who don’t get out enough continue to demonstrate their woeful ignorance on the subject of paedophilia. Callum Evans, 21, from Queen Camel, near Yeovil, Somerset, posed as a girl on the social networking site to encourage victims to send him naked photos before meeting up with two 14-year-old boys and molesting them. But just two years ago a judge allowed him to walk free from court with a three-year community order for the offences and refused to ban him from Facebook.

At the time, Judge Graham Hume Jones said depriving Dower of access to the site would be ‘particularly excessive’ and deprive him of the ‘social traffic’ his peers took for granted. Yes you pillock, but his peers aren’t paedophiles, doh. Anyway, two 14 year olds stuck for life with a sexual trauma, all because some bewigged nitwit was more worried about a sociopath’s human rights than the right of normal kids to be protected from perverts.

Occasionally, judicial stupidity has nothing to do with it. The reason South Australian paedophile and former magistrate Peter Liddy got away with it for so long was his mates covering up for him. He is now serving 25 years for his crimes, but even so those representing him were moving in 2011 to get seven further assault cases wound up – ie, closed. They represent a long-standing civil action against Liddy for child sex crimes…and guess what? The judge ordered all seven to be closed permanently. Why?

Yesterday’s Mirror had a classic example of what these folks can go on to do if given enough rope.

Paedophile ring survivor Chris Johns – who suffered at the hands of abusers in North Wales care homes for years – angrily demanded to know why the names of those suspected of abuse and murder in the Jillings Report had been blanked out. He claimed that the full truth was still being hushed up. The report lists details of 12 young men whose deaths were thought to have been linked to the abuse they suffered between the late 60s and 80s, and even suggested that serving police officers from the time and council staff were strong suspects. But – and I’ve been expecting for this ever since Sally Bercow lost her libel case to Alistair McAlpslime – the Mirror says, ‘… it is heavily censored with names blanked out over fears of defamation after Lord McAlpine was wrongly named as being involved late last year.’

Of the 12 victims now mysteriously dead, four had lived at the notorious Bryn Estyn home in Wrexham – which was at the centre of the inquiry.

Speaking about Monday’s heavily censored release of the report, Mr Jillings said: “The treatment of children was bestial. They weren’t treated like humans. Children died. It was horrific.”

Chris Johns’ brother Adrian, 32, died in 1992 in an arson attack before he had a chance to give a statement about the abuse he suffered at the Bryn Alyn home in the 1970s. He suffered at the hands of paedophile John Allen, who made a fortune running a number of homes. Leander survived the attack in Brighton with awful burns, and in 1995 both he and Chris gave evidence against Allen.

But during the week after Leander’s evidence, Allen had absconded from bail. Leander then turned up dead.

Eventually, John Allen was caught and – despite the arson suspicions and odd deaths - was given just six years for sex assaults on boys. He is now free.

When are the judiciary going to get it through their concrete heads that every serial paedophile is a potential killer? It’s not as if this is new news: writing in the Guardian during 1997, Nick Davies horrified his readers by tracing how…

‘Three British men who lived in Amsterdam in the early 1990s have spoken quite independently of each other of their knowledge of paedophile “snuff movies”. All agree that they were made in Amsterdam by British paedophiles. Two of them name the same individuals, though neither admits to his own involvement. One of them appears openly in the Network First documentary. He has identified two houses where he says the films were made; he has named two Dutch criminals who he says were involved in distributing the films; he has given detailed descriptions of the boys in the films, described a club in Oslo where one of them was picked up, and he has identified a lake where he says their bodies were thrown. His allegations to Network First have been taken seriously by Scotland Yard, who have interviewed him twice at length, and by Dutch police who last month (March) launched a formal murder inquiry…’

He goes on to describe some of the horrors perpetrated by infamous paedophile Warwick Spinks:

‘The boy’s name was Gary, he was 14-years old, he had grown up on a rough estate in the north east of England….he and his friend, Peter, also then 14 , had run away together and gone to London….Spinks told the two boys that he had got some LSD for them at his home in Hastings on the Sussex coast, he paid for them to come on the train with him and took them back to his flat, where suddenly he produced a kitchen knife and made them strip naked. The burly 30-year-old ordered them to have sex together while he took photographs. When they failed to perform as he wished, he buggered both of them. Both of the boys pleaded with him to stop, but Spinks told them he liked it best when they were scared. He kept them in the flat for two days and gave them LSD. Some of the time, Gary was weeping.’

If this reminds you of Ian Brady torturing his child victims, there’s a good reason: he was a paedophile too. But guess what, Spinks got just five years when Plod finally caught up with him – reduced from seven years on appeal. After later crimes, Spinks fled to Amsterdam. He should never have been released: that isn’t a Daily Mailism, it’s based on what paedophiles go on to do. Nick Davies again, in 2000:

‘Spinks had been running a mail order ****ography business from Brighton, before he moved to Amsterdam, where he pioneered the trafficking of boys as young as 10 – first, from the streets of London, and, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, from the poverty of eastern Europe. Having brought them to Amsterdam, he used these “chickens” himself, sold them into the brothels or through escort agencies and put them in front of the camera. Some resisted, some ran away, but most were made to comply through the removal of their passports and doses of drugs and violence.

By 1990, these two clubs on Spuistraat, together with Boys for Men, De Boys, the Blue Boy and the Why Not, had become the busiest watering holes in the international paedophile jungle. Dutch police estimated there were 250 paedophiles involved in the production of child ****ography in Amsterdam with an unknown floating population of child sex tourists from all over the world – and it was the British who formed the hard core consumers: Stephen Smith, who had helped to found the Paedophile Information Exchange, fled there when police in England prosecuted the organisation; Russell Tricker, now 58, a former private school teacher who was convicted of child sex offences in the UK, used his job as a coach driver to ferry suitable boys from London; John Broomhall opened a **** shop on Spuistraat and was caught with more than 1,000 copies of videos of under-aged boys; Mark Enfield, now 41, sold a video of himself abusing a drugged boy.

Alan Williams introduced two paedophile friends from Wales, John Gay and Lee Tucker, both of whom were to become central targets for Bristol detectives. The two men found they could sell Welsh boys into the clubs on Spuistraat and then make more money by investing in child ****ography. They bought video equipment, set up TAG Films, and visited Amsterdam regularly to make films, which they sold through distributors in the US and Germany. At the time, Dutch law punished production of child ****ography with a maximum sentence of only three months.’

He carried on until even the Dutch police had seen enough. But he fled to the Czech Republic and managed to evade capture….having already absconded from his risible five year British sentence in the 1990s. Unbelievably, following extradition from the Czech Republic in November 2012, he is now back in prison – but will serve only the 18 remaining months of his sentence.

Michael Gove gives a ****-addicted kids’ teacher his job back. A Plymouth judge gives two paedophiles bail, and they leg it for three years. A Bristol judge is a suspect in a paedophile bordello operation, but the case is gagged for 23 years, and the judge goes free. Here today – after all this time to learn the lesson that over 95% of paedophiles never show contrition for what they’ve done and almost never ‘reform’ themselves – the judiciary are still spouting the same ignorant drivel and dishing out idiotic sentences.

Thursday, 8 August 2013Warwick Spinks Free.Evil Warwick Spinks, dubbed the Pied Piper of Paedophiles, was extradited from the Czech Republic in November after 15 years on the run.He should have then served the last 18 months of his five-year jail term. But when he was caged back in 1995 the law only allowed officials to make offenders serve part of a sentence before automatically freeing them.That loophole was closed for absconders last year but it cannot be enforced retrospectively.So officials had to free Spinks FOUR MONTHS after his recapture.The pot-bellied paedo, who now calls himself property tycoon Willem van Wijk, celebrated his freedom and 49th birthday with a sordid bash for 14 pals, including toyboy Vladimir, 34.The Sun watched as he:SIPPED champagne with pals at a luxury floating restaurant.UNWRAPPED creepy presents including an edible thong.WRITHED with male go-go dancers, saying: “You’re only as young as the boy you’re feeling.”CAVORTED starkers in a glass-sided plunge pool with a Slovak lad in front of other perverts.A source said: “Spinks should be behind bars. Many people in Prague were shocked to see him back so soon acting as if nothing had happened. He is ****ing a snook at British justice.”

Party perv … chubby Spinks gets a birthday dance from three half-naked lads at gay clubDan CharitySpinks was first identified as a dangerous child abuser in 1992. He divided his time between England and Amsterdam, introducing sex tourists to young boys.He told one undercover cop he could arrange sex with …read moreSource: The Needle

That same story in the Guardian also disclosed the activities of Warwick Spinks, a British paedophile then serving a sentence of five years for abducting and raping two homeless boys from the streets of London. He had sold one of them into a brothel in Amsterdam.

Spinks is a paedophile of grandiose ambition who ran an agency in Britain which sold boys to like-minded punters, and then he moved to Amsterdam where, as the Guardian disclosed, he worked in brothels and joined a group of British men who produced videos in which five boys were alleged to have been raped and murdered for the pleasure of viewers.

As he approached the end of his five-year sentence, Spinks was transferred from prison to a probation hostel in south London where, last September, he was asked to fill in a form so that the police could enter his details on the new register of sex offenders. Spinks, however, refused to fill in the form. He simply walked away from the hostel and sent his probation officer a postcard with an invitation to come and see him in Amsterdam. The result: another abuser has escaped.

The sexual abuse of children is a special crime, not simply because of the damage it does to victims, nor even because of the anger and fear it provokes in communities, but more particularly because it is so easy – easy to commit, easy to get away with.

It is physically easier for a rapist to overpower a child than an adult. In February of this year, police reported that a paedophile had boarded a train outside Brighton one evening and abducted not one, but three young boys, aged between eight and eleven. Police said that the man forced the three boys to get off in the village of Glynde, where he marched them into the public toilets and indecently assaulted all three of them before threatening to kill them, raping one of them and putting them all back on the train.

Equally, it is easier to confuse a child than an adult. A woman who spent four years from the age of seven being raped regularly by her stepfather, told the Guardian she had never thought to complain: “I thought it was normal, I thought everyone was going home from school and being hurt by their dad.” Children have emerged from abuse to report variously that there was no point in telling because no one would believe them and they would be put into care; or, commonly, that the abusive parent would be sent to prison, thus destroying the family and bringing hardship and misery to the other parent.

Children are conned by their abusers in a way that no adult would be. Bruce McLean, for example, who is serving nine years for indecent assaults in Cheshire, was using Manchester United tickets to entrap boys. A man who is now awaiting trial for producing a small **** of child pornography videos in the north of England bought adolescent girls with Kentucky Fried Chicken and toffees, according to one who has spoken to the Guardian.

The ease of the crime is reflected in its scale. No one knows the exact numbers, but to construct a picture is to watch an arithmetical explosion. Start with a hard fact. At the last count, there were 2,100 child sex abusers behind the bars of British jails. Now think of all those who have previously been convicted but who have been released back into the community. You have to multiply by 50: according to the Home Office Research Department, there are 108,000 convicted paedophiles in the community.

Now, think of all the child victims who are conned and confused and never report their abuse in the first place; and all those cases which are reported but which fall short of the demands of the courts; and all those cases of **** and indecent assault which are convicted but which are not statistically recorded as crimes against children. At the most conservative estimate, the NSPCC and specialist police agree with studies here and in the US, that the official figures for convictions record no more than 10 per cent of the paedophile population. Which means that today in Britain, there are probably 1.1 million paedophiles at large. Other studies suggest that the figure is very much higher.

This vast scale appears to be confirmed by “prevalence studies” which take samples of the population and establish how many were childhood victims of sexual abuse. In the UK, the US, Germany, Switzerland and Australia, studies consistently find that around 20 per cent of women and around 8 per cent of men suffered sexual abuse as children. In the current population of UK children, that would cover 1.5 million girls and 520,000 boys, a figure that is consistent with the projection of 1.1 million offenders.

Child sex abuse is not only easy to commit, it is also easy to get away with. It is the least reported crime on the planet. Numerous victims say that they were silenced by their own emotions – the same emotions which gag the adult victims of ****, but which are magnified in a child’s mind. Some children simply cannot report it: social workers in East Sussex four years ago found paedophiles deliberately targeting children who were too disabled to give evidence. Others had picked children who were terminally ill and who died before the system could catch up with them.

Those children who do report what has happened to them are uniquely likely to find their stories rejected. Often, like the adult victims of indecent assault, they will have nothing but their own word as evidence. And the word of a child is viewed with suspicion from one end of the criminal justice system to the other. It is for that reason that the tribunal of inquiry into abuse in children’s homes in North Wales is only now attempting to get to the truth of hundreds of complaints which were first made by children up to 20 years ago – to council officials, doctors, social workers and parents who, almost without exception, believed not a word of it.

North Wales is only the beginning. It is now clear that during the last 30 years, children’s homes in Britain suffered an epidemic of **** and violent assault. It was an epidemic that went unnoticed. There are now thousands of men and women, in North Wales, South Wales, Manchester, Liverpool, Sunderland, Northumbria, Edinburgh – in 17 different police areas – who have come forward to make detailed, credible allegations about their childhoods of abuse in care. And yet, at the time, just about all of them were overlooked by just about every agency that was supposed to protect them – the police, social workers, the Social Services Inspectorate, health visitors, doctors.

The passage of time, itself, often allows abusers to escape. In Cardiff, Paul Conibeer, who is now aged 28, is trying to persuade the police to prosecute three men for buggering him and passing him around their friends when he was a 13-year-old in care. The three men have since been convicted of paedophile offences and have become involved in the abuse of children in Portugal and Amsterdam, where they shared their pleasures with Warwick Spinks. Police in Cardiff, however, say Conibeer’s story is too old to be proved.

A year after Bristol police finally started to unravel the ring of paedophiles in the city who had been abusing children for up to twenty years, they came across an informant who opened up a new and alarming line of inquiry.

The man, who himself had a long history of sexually abusing boys, told them that the paedophiles they were investigating had been spending a lot of time in Amsterdam, where they had become involved with a group of exiled British child abusers who had succeeded in commercialising their sexual obsession. They were trafficking boys from other countries; running legitimate gay brothels and selling the under-aged boys ‘under the counter’ and through escort agencies; they had branched out into the production of hard-core child ****ography. And they had killed some of them.

One boy had simply been shot through the head, the informant said: he had been causing trouble and had been executed in front of several paedophiles in the basement of a club in the city centre. Another, about whom he knew very little, he believed had been thrown into one of the canals. But the one about whom he spoke the most – the one who seemed to haunt him – was a boy who had been tortured and killed in the most painful and bloody fashion in the course of producing a ****ographic video. The informant said he had seen most of the video himself. He said he had vomited before he could reach the end.

The few detectives in Europe and North America who specialise in the investigation of child abuse, invariably say the same thing about ’snuff movies’: they have often heard of them, sometimes pursued them but never found one. The videos remain one of the great unsolved mysteries of the burgeoning underworld of international sexual exploitation. The Bristol informant’s account was so hideous as to invite disbelief. It was clearly possible that the man was simply inventing the story in an attempt to curry favour with the detectives as they turned over the paedophile culture of the city. And yet, the detectives soon found themselves taking the story seriously, because they discovered that the allegation had been made before. Not just once but repeatedly, evidence of one kind or another had come to the attention of police in England and Holland, indicating that, for their pleasure and their profit, some of the British paedophiles in Amsterdam had murdered boys in front of the camera.

Some of the evidence had been pursued, sometimes with vigour. Some of it had been ignored. None of it had led to a murder charge. For a short while, the Bristol detectives thought they might be able finally to make some progress in tracking down the truth, but when two of them flew to Amsterdam in the autumn of 1998 to pass on their information to Dutch officers, they hit a wall. The Bristol informant had described the flat in Amsterdam where he had seen the video; he had named the owner of the flat who was, by implication, also the owner of the video; he had provided the name and job of the man who carried out the killing; he had described events on the video in grim detail; he had provided the rough age and the first name of the dead boy. The Dutch officers said it was not enough: without the full name of a victim, they would not begin an investigation.

Having fought their way through the swamp of inertia which surrounds the British policing and prosecution of child abuse, the Bristol detectives had now hit the even deeper swamp of virtual paralysis that afflicts the international policing of paedophilia. Within their own jurisdictions, there are now specialist paedophilia detectives – for example, in both London and Amsterdam – who will work relentlessly to lock up predatory child abusers. But when they try to move abroad, this potentially powerful machine starts to misfire.

The result – as the Guardian has found by going into the paedophile scene in Amsterdam and Berlin – is that there is now a flourishing underground trade in boys who are being exported from the economic chaos of Eastern Europe, as well as from the streets of London, to be put to work in the sex industry of Western Europe, particularly Holland. And there is no effective police operation to deal with it. Quite simply: predatory paedophiles glibly cross whatever borders they like in order to pursue their obsessions; the police who might follow them are almost always trapped within their own narrow jurisdictions, partly by differences in law and procedure, partly by sheer institutional frailty, because they lack the manpower and the money to work internationally. There is an exception to this rule of parochialism – in the highly funded war against drugs – but in the perverse world of modern policing, the trafficking, **** and alleged murder of children has a far lower priority.

After speaking to paedophiles and their victims and to police and social workers in Britain, Holland and Germany, we have uncovered the inner workings of an international paedophile ring. Its roots spring from Amsterdam, where, in the late 1980s, a group of exiled British paedophiles set up a colony. Taking advantage of Dutch tolerance towards sexual behaviour, they exploited the freedom of the gay community in the city as cover to enact their fantasies and to make money from them. One of the first to do so was Alan Williams, the ‘Welsh Witch’, who already had a vicious history of abusing boys in south Wales.

Williams arrived in Amsterdam in 1988, aged 21, and soon set himself up as the manager of a gay brothel called Boys Club 21 on the first floor of 21 Spuistraat, near the central station. Across the road at number 44, another British paedophile, a chubby Londoner named Warwick Spinks, then aged 25, was running a similar club called the Gay Palace. Both clubs had a perfectly legal business, running a bar and offering the services of adult male prostitutes who could take customers upstairs to bedrooms. But Williams and Spinks had much wider and crueller interests.

Williams had fled to Holland after being convicted in Britain of indecent assaults on boys. In Amsterdam, he boasted of the day in South Wales when he had seen a ten-year-old boy on his bike, wanted him, grabbed him, raped him and, when he cried, strangled him to death. He liked to show people the video of himself as a teenager in Young Boys ****ing. From Boys Clubs 21, he organised the importing of boys from Cardiff and London, inflicting intense violence on any who defied him. Paul Conibeer, from Cardiff, who eventually managed to run away told us: “He put a contract on me. They were going to put a bullet in my head. Two of my mates came up with black eyes and warned me. I hid in this cafe – they were ripping people out, looking for me.”

Spinks, who has described himself as “an international ****”, had been running a mail-order ****ography business from Brighton, East Sussex, before he moved to Amsterdam, where he pioneered the trafficking of boys as young as ten years old into the city’s sex industry. He brought homeless boys from the streets of London and, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, fanned out across Europe importing vulnerable ‘chicken’, as he liked to call them, from the poverty of East Germany, Poland, the Czech Republic and Slovakia. Having got them to Amsterdam, he used them himself, sold them into the brothels or through escort agencies and put them in front of the camera. Some resisted, some ran away – most were made to comply with the removal of their passports and regular doses of drugs and violence.

By 1990, these two clubs on Spuistraat – together with Boys for Men, De Boys, the Blue Boy and the Why Not – had become the busiest watering hole in the international paedophile jungle. Dutch police at the time estimated there were 250 paedophiles involved in the production of child ****ography in Amsterdam with an unknown floating population of child sex tourists from all over the world. A Swiss businessman, for example, was caught in the city with handcuffs, a gag and a large suitcase with airholes in the side; police found a video of him abusing two young girls with electrodes. A wealthy New York attorney was caught ferrying child ****ography from Asia. But it was the British who formed the hard core of the new industry: Stephen Smith, who had helped to found the Paedophile Information Exchange, fled there to avoid imprisonment in England; Russell Tricker, now aged 58, a former private school teacher who was convicted of child-sex offences in the UK, moved to Amsterdam, where he used his job as a coach-driver to ferry suitable boys from London; Tricker’s friend, John Broomhall, opened a **** shop on Spuistraat and was caught with more than a thousand copies of videos of under-aged boys; Mark Enfield, now aged 41, sold a video of himself abusing a drugged boy; Andrew Prichodsky, now aged 50, jumped bail in England on the eve of his third trial for child sex offences.

Alan Williams introduced two paedophile friends from Wales, John Gay and Lee Tucker, both of whom were to become central targets for the Bristol detectives. The two men found they could sell Welsh boys into the clubs on Spuistraat at £120 a time and then make more money by investing in the booming business of child ****ography. They borrowed money from a paedophile lorry driver in Bristol, bought state-of-the-art video equipment, set up TAG Films, and visited Amsterdam regularly to make **** films, which they sold through distributors in the United States and Germany. At the time, Dutch law said nothing about the possession of child ****ography and punished its production with a maximum sentence of only three months.

By October 1990, detectives on the old Obscene Publications Squad at Scotland Yard were picking up worrying signals. An informant told them that someone called Alan Williams was trafficking boys into Amsterdam and that Wiiliams had asked him to smuggle a child **** video back into the UK. Soon afterwards, another informant told how he had smuggled a dozen tapes in the opposite direction: they had been produced, he believed, in a house in North London, which was equipped with a bondage room for boys. He had delivered the tapes in Amsterdam to Boys Club 21, to ‘Alan from Cardiff’. While he was there, this informant said, he had visited the Gay Palace across the road, where he had watched videos of boys in bondage, aged 11 to 14 years old, being buggered by masked men.

Soon, other informants were offering more detail – each new fragment of the picture a little more alarming than the last. One man, who was close to Alan Williams, said he had seen Warwick Spinks selling a special video for £4,000. It showed a boy whom he thought was only eight or nine years old being sexually abused and tortured by two men. But the most startling allegations came from a gay man, Frank, who had gone to Amsterdam in July 1990 and found himself caught up in this paedophile underworld. In 1993, he spoke to the same officers at Scotland Yard.

Frank told how he had met Alan Williams and seen him arguing with a boy from Rotherham who was owed money for four punters he had serviced in Boys Club 21. Williams had offered to pay him in **** but refused to pay him in cash and, when the boy had grabbed him and pushed him up against a fruit machine, the club’s security man had thrown the boy out of a first-floor window, breaking his leg. Frank told police of Warwick Spinks’ monthly trips to Berlin, often accompanied by compliant boys from Amsterdam who would persuade reluctant recruits that the clubs in Spuistrat would give them a good life with all the cash and drugs they could use. Spinks told Frank that if he saw a boy who was really cute, he would simply snatch him: “Spinks liked to pay them in drugs, coke and E and speed or even smack. He said it would help him if they got hooked.” He recalled, too, how he had met John Gay and Lee Tucker operating as a camera crew for child ****ography.

One day, Frank said, Spinks invited him to come on a trip to the Canaries, delivering three kilos of grass to an old English gangster who had retired there. Frank went and that evening, in the gangster’s bar, Spinks had suggested he should help him sell videos and offered to show him a sample. Frank said he watched in growing horror as the video played out a murder – a boy who seemed to be no older than twelve years old was being beaten and attacked with needles, before being castrated and cut open with a knife. The video seemed to have been shot in a barn in what looked like Dutch countryside, and detectives later learned that Williams and his friends had been talking about making a video in a barn that belonged to a German from one of the Spuistraat clubs.

Scotland Yard were in a difficult position: their informants were British and so was Warwick Spinks, who by this time had left Amsterdam and was living in Hastings, East Sussex; but everything else in the story was scattered round Europe – a video made in Holland but shown in Spain with an alleged perpetrator who was German and a victim of unknown nationality. Still the allegation – supported by the earlier fragments of intelligence – demanded action.

After long negotiations within Scotland Yard and with their counterparts in Holland, the detectives set up Operation Framework and, as the Guardian reported in 1997, they recruited a specialist undercover officer to pose as a child abuser and to befriend Warwick Spinks in England. Over a series of meetings, Spinks took the bate and started to boast about his activities: “I am good at picking up stray chickens… I have been all over the world, I’m an international ****.” He described how he picked up boys in Dresden, in Bratislava in the Czech Republic, and in Poland where, he claimed, they cost only ten pence. “All those chickens with no money, ” he chuckled. In London, he said he was particularly keen on the hamburger bars around Picadilly Circus. And he was full of excitement about Hastings. “The chickens down the coast are very bored, they have got no money, they are not streetwise like Londoners and they spend all of their time in arcades… ”

The undercover officer asked Spinks if he could get him a sado-masochistic video featuring boys as young as ten, and Spinks replied that he knew people in Amsterdam who could. The officer went on to claim that some friends of his had been offered a snuff movie, in which someone was tortured to death, for £6,000. Spinks spoke with the voice of an expert.

“They’re not six grand,” he said. “I know, well I knew some people who were involved in making snuff movies and how they did it was, they only sold them in limited editions, made ten copies or something, ten very rich customers in America, who paid $5,000 each or something like that – which is a lot of money to watch some kids being snuffed. I mean, I steer a wide berth from those people. I know somebody who was in a snuff movie and somebody got snuffed in front of him and he never knew it was a snuff movie. They had tied him up and done terrible things to him and killed him.”

“Did they?” asked the officer.

“And he has been really petrified since, because he was like from Birmingham, middle 20s… I know the person who made the film. I felt sorry for this boy, it was a German boy.”

“How old?” asked the officer.

“About 13, 15. He thought he was going to make 200 guilders and ended up being dead.”

But Operation Framework ended in frustration. Spinks divulged no more about the video and failed to produce a copy of it. Without more evidence, the detectives could not justify the expense of keeping the undercover officer or of sending officers to Amsterdam, where, in any event, they lacked police powers. The Scotland Yard detectives arrested Spinks in Hastings and charged him with adbucting and raping two homeless boys from the streets of London and selling one of them into a Spuistraat brothel. In February 1995, he was jailed at Lewes Crown Court for seven years, reduced on appeal to five.

But the allegation of murder would not go away. As The Guardian reported in 1997, another gay man, Edward, a friend of Frank’s, spoke of his experience of the British paedophiles in Amsterdam. He, too, had mixed with Spinks and Williams and their friends and he claimed to have seen five videos, each featuring the sexual torture and death of a boy. He said their bodies had been dumped in a lake. The Dutch police investigated and said they could no find no evidence to support the claims.

Now, the Bristol detectives have come up with their own informant who has offered yet more evidence. He, too, described the same cauldron of commercialised child abuse, bubbling around Spuistraat. He explained how John Gay and Lee Tucker set themselves up as video ****ographers, first taking a group of boys by minivan to an isolated farmhouse in France, and then making visits to Amsterdam to film with the boys there. And he told how, in 1989, he had been alone in a flat which belonged to one of the key figures in the Amsterdam paedophile scene, whom he named; he had found a video and played it and watched in horror as it played out a murder – a boy who was being buggered and beaten before being castrated and cut open with a knife.

At first sight, this informant was describing the same video as the one which Frank saw in the Canaries, and yet its details differ: Frank described a video shot in a barn; the Bristol informant says it was shot in a flat. Frank described the abuse and murder of one boy; the Bristol informant says there was a second boy, who was also being abused and who was still alive at the point when he turned off the tape. And yet, the overlap is striking: the specific nature of the violence is unusual and identical; and the Bristol informant names the man who actually committed the killing – he is the same German whose barn was allegedly picked as a **** studio by the ring of child ****graphers.

Frank and the Bristol informant were certainly involved with the paedophile colony in Amsterdam. So, too, were Spinks and Edward. All four of them were there in 1989/90 and all four separately claim that at least one boy was killed on video. Spinks told the undercover officer that a German boy was killed; Frank says that two Germans disappeared as well as an American; Franks says that Spinks once hinted to him that a German boy named Manny had been murdered; one of the English boys told Operation Framework that a German boy named Manny had gone missing; we have confirmed from talking to boys who worked in Spuistraat at that time that a boy of that name and nationality, then aged 14, disappeared after being caught breaking into a gaming machine at one of the clubs.

The Bristol informant, however, says he thinks the victim of the video which he saw was Dutch, named Marco and probably aged 16. At one end of the scale of possibility, every one of these men may be lying in an attempt to score favours with the police or to cause trouble for other men on the Amsterdam scene, and certainly it was not unusal for boys to disappear from Spuistraat simply because they had had enough of being exploited and ran away. At the other end of the scale, the truth is that one or more boys was killed in a paedophile snuff movie – and the murderers have got away with it. As Spinks told the undercover officer: “I know I’m a fat old queen, but I get away with it. I get away with murder.”

The Bristol detectives can get no further. The Dutch say they will not investigate, and Avon and Somerset police have neither the funds nor the legal power to run their own inquiry in Holland. They have been frustrated not only in their attempt to pursue the allegation of murder but also in relation to a separate statement from one of the Welsh boy victims, who says he was raped at gun point by one of the British paedophiles in Amsterdam. The Bristol detectives arrested the man, but could not even put the allegation to him, because the alleged **** was outside their jurisdiction.

There have been successful paedophilia operations between British and European police. Scotland Yard detectives recently have twice arrested wanted men and extradited them to Holland for trial on child-sex offences. The Bristol detectives, following the activities of Gay and Tucker, led German police to raid a video distributor in Dusseldorf. Within their borders, the Dutch paedophilia unit have arrested several of the key British paedophiles for sexual abuse and the production of ****ography and, since January 1996, they have introduced a tougher law, which threatens up to six years in prison for the production of child ****ography. But the wider picture is of police being trapped within their borders with the result, we have found, that the European trade in boys for sexual exploitation has grown into an international industry.

The trafficking of boys into Amsterdam’s sex industry continued to grow long after Warwick Spinks left the city in the early 1990s. A couple of years ago, I sat in the Blue Boy club on Spuistraat, amidst the dry ice and the boys in thongs, and flicked through the catalogue on the bar, offering “truly the best boys in town” – East German boys, Polish boys, Dutch boys – and watched a Japanese businessman make his purchase. I spent an evening on Paardenstraat, just around the corner from the tourist cafes on the Rembrandsplein, where the pavement is strewn with garbage and there’s a smell of **** in the air. East European boys sit chewing the skin around their finger nails in the shadows of the three bars – the Festival, the Music Box and the Cupido – waiting for business. One of Alan Williams’ Welsh boys ended up in the Festival Bar. By the age of 16, he was HIV positive and was last heard of in a mental hospital in England.

In search of their origins, I went to Berlin, to the Bahnhof Am Zoo, where the trains arrive from all over Eastern Europe, bringing the destitute in search of a dream. A specialist social worker there, Wolfgang Werner, told me there were some 700 East European boys, aged from eleven to seventeen, who had ended up in the sex industry in Berlin but, to his knowledge, many hundreds of others who had been taken off on a kind of underground railroad which fanned out to Zurich and Hamburg and Frankfurt and, most of all, to Rotterdam and Amsterdam in Holland. Werner told me about the boys from Polish villages who were selling themselves to support families back home who survived on only £30 a month; about the Bosnians who wash up on the banks of the Bahnhof Am Zoo not only financially destitute but also emotionally mutilated; about the steady trickle of lost boys from Turkey and Kurdistan; and about the group of Romanian boys who had been sold by their parents to a wandering Polish criminal, who had paid cash for some and a mere bottle of vodka for another, before putting them on to the streets of Berlin. All now ‘chicken’ for the pleasure of paedophiles.

I went to the cluster of ‘boy bars’ in Fuggerstrasse, fifteen minutes’ walk from the Bahnhof, and saw adolescent East Europeans bartering for trade. Just around the corner, in the PC Inn, Berlin police found Bosnian boys of only 12 on sale to customers. I followed the trail of two men, Peter Goetjes and Lutz Edelman, who have been identified as traffickers in the Berlin press. Eventually, I spoke to a close friend of theirs who shrugged and said, of course, they had been trafficking – it was easy money. They had started in the autumn of 1991 with a couple of boys from the Bahnhof whom they had driven to Holland. They had made a good sale. Yes, one of them was under 16, but who was counting? So they had started making regular runs, sometimes two or three times a week. They must have sold 150 between them, before Goetjes was caught on the Polish border in the summer of 1992 with a boy from a rundown industrial town called Gorzow Wielkopolski in his boot. He was charged with smuggling, released on bail and then simply drove away and never came back for his trial. At about that time, they had stopped trafficking, not so much because of Goetjes’ arrest but because they had been told that some of the boys were being used in snuff movies. There were plenty of others who carried on.

In May 1995, Bjorn Eriksson, then president of Interpol and chief of the Swedish police, told a conference on cross-border crime that organised paedophile networks were operating across European frontiers and that as many as 30,000 paedophiles were believed to be linked to organisations or publications throughout Europe. His warning went unheeded. In the late 1990s, the trafficking of boys from Berlin to Holland hit the north European press when police belatedly tried to find out what had happened to a 12-year-old Berlin boy named Manuel Schadwald who had gone missing on his way home in July 1993. At the time, Berlin police had told his family that he must have run away and they had done nothing. By 1997, however, Dutch journalists had dug out a history of sightings which suggested he had been put to work in a brothel in Rotterdam.

The brothel was one of several in the city which were being run by a German named Lothar Glandorf, now aged 36. After ignoring complaints for 18 months, Rotterdam police finally targetted him and found he had been selling hundreds of boys. Of those they could trace, nearly half were under 16, some by many years. One of them was only nine. Tapping Glandorf’s phones, they heard one customer say “I’m looking for a young boy, a very young boy, a nice little blonde one, who can stay the night”; and another who specified a pre-pubescent boy, “You know, no hair.” This was a kind of slavery. They heard Glandorf tell one boy that if he tried to run away, he would send his family ****ographic pictures of him; another was told simply he would be shot in the head.

The Rotterdam police reported: “Even if Glandorf knew the perversions of a customer, he would still send a young boy to a customer who had a sexual preference for sado-masochism. Glandorf had one customer who specialised in deflowering young boys.” In one of Glandorf’s houses, they found an unmailed letter from a Turkish boy called Attila, written to a young girl named Aysum. “Don’t feel sad about me,” he wrote. “Things are the way they are and there is nothing to be done about it. You can do what you want. Don’t be sad.” They found the same boy in a video, with his testicles wired to a whining electrical generator while a Belgian customer abused him.

In the midst of all this, the Rotterdam police were looking for Manuel Schadwald. Three different boys had run away from Glandorf’s world and reported sighting the missing Berlin boy. Police logs which were leaked to the Dutch TV programme Network, reveal that three Rotterdam surveillance officers saw Glandorf with a boy whom all three of them believed to be Manuel Schadwald but they failed to rescue him: the leaked logs suggest that they were reluctant to break cover for fear of jeopardising their operation, asked for urgent advice from senior officers, received none and watched passively as Glandorf drove the boy away in his car. With the Dutch and German press baying for action, police in the two countries finally set about trying to find him – some four years after his disappearance. They failed. Manuel Schadwald has never been found. The last sightings suggested he was working in the dark bars on Paardenstraat in Amsterdam.

The same cross-border weakness persists. Investigating Glandorf, the Rotterdam police found that British paedophiles were routinely using his brothels. They found their names and details in Glandorf’s paperwork: one was crossing the North Sea on a weekly basis. The Rotteredam detectives produced a detailed report, De Handel In Kinderen – The Trade In Children – which the Guardian has obtained. It presents a detailed picture of the trade and of some of its British links, and yet they never even sent a copy to Scotland Yard. Glandorf, himself, had little fear of international policing. When a senior Dutch civil servant phoned him from Poland to say he was bringing back a boy for him, the police phone taps recorded Glandorf saying: “Be careful. When you get to the bridge at the border, let him out so he can go on foot so they can’t catch you.” That was all it took.

Within their borders, the Dutch did better. Having finally targeted Glandforf, they jailed him for five and a half years, and yet the Amsterdam paedophiles remain relaxed and casual about their world. I visited one in his cosy home next to a canal in the centre of the city. He is a chubby bespectacled man with a string of convictions, and he stood in his sitting room, ironing his shirts with considerable care, while he chatted about his hobby – the boys he had had recently, the videos that were on sale, and the trafficking from all over Europe. He didn’t like to think of it as a paedophile ring. “It’s a spider’s web,” he said, “people criss-crossing and finding interests.” In Utrecht, two years ago, I went to the home of Rudy van Dam, the most prolific boy ****ographer in Holland and, although at first he pretended to be somebody else, he eventually let me in and sat in his neat parlour, in front of the old oak sideboard, and he talked about his career, apparently quite indifferent to the video-editing equipment behind his head, pouring out a constant stream of soundless boy ****ography.

Van Dam is dead now. So is Alan Williams, a victim of AIDS and ****. John Gay and Lee Tucker were jailed by the Bristol detectives, although Tucker jumped bail and was last seen heading for Amsterdam. The Berlin traffickers, Goetjes and Edelman, were never prosecuted. Warwick Spinks absconded from a London probation hostel before the end of his five-year sentence, ripped off several credit card companies on a spending spree in the boy bars in Fuggerstrasse in Berlin before settling in Prague. Some of the other key figures from Holland have joined him there, apparently drawn to the easy supply of vulnerable boys and the lack of police activity. Lothar Glandorf from Rotterdam served only four years of his sentence and is free again. In their report, the Dutch detectives noted that as soon as Glandorf and his men had been arrested, “other club owners moved in immediately.” The trains still pull into the Bahnhof Am Zoo with their consignment of vulnerable children. The international boy business is alive and well.

A PLOT by Britain's most wanted paedophile to run child-sex holidays for perverts has been smashed by the Sunday People.

Evil Warwick Spinks is cashing in by organising "package tours" for sicko clients to prey on teenage boys.

We tracked down runaway Spinks, 35, to the Czech capital of Prague, Europe's new perverts' paradise.

The brute BOASTED how he used the Internet to lure men from Britain and the rest of Europe by promising tours of pick-up bars and providing apartments where the sex beasts could take youngsters.

Spinks fled Britain three years ago - breaking conditions of parole - after his early release from a jail term for drugging and kidnapping a 14-year-old boy who he SOLD to a gay brothel in Holland.

The fiend - described by police as one of Britain's most dangerous paedophiles - was also suspected of masterminding an international paedophile ring and being involved in "snuff movies". He faces instant arrest if he returns home.

Spinks BRAGGED to our investigators - posing as sex tour operators: "In Prague, a boy will spend the night with you for 400 Kronas, less than pounds 10. Just put the men on a plane and leave the rest to me. I can provide accommodation, transport and the personal touch."

The Sunday People has put paid to Spinks's sick scheme by blowing his cover. We can reveal today how he:

-POSES as a Dutch property consultant, using the name Wilhelm Pavel;

-SHAVED off his moustache in a bid to alter his appearance and rarely ventures far without minders;

-HIDES away in a flat in one of the smarter suburbs of Prague, a magnet for perverts because the age of consent for gay sex is only 15;

-USES e-mail and hidden websites to keep his tours secret from the authorities;

-PLOTS to make Prague as popular as Thailand for paedophiles. The city's police have heard of kiddies as young as eight selling their bodies.

-TAUNTED Scotland Yard detectives who long to put him back behind bars and protect children.

Spinks, who claims to speak eight languages, boasted: "I know all the right boys. They're all bisexual in this country. Any boy is available at the right price.

"I already have a lot of clients from Holland, Germany and Belgium. In June I have 20 arriving here. They are all spoilt b******s with lots of money.

"Amsterdam is played out now and all my old friends have moved here as well. The beauty of this place is that, like the Dutch, they have no hang-ups about sex.

"The boys are as cheap as in Thailand but are just two hours away from London by plane. The average wage here is only pounds 200 a month.

"I provide apartments because you will have a problem taking a boy back to a hotel room. There are security men on every floor and they will not allow visitors no matter how much you have paid."

Spinks, who had his gay lover Jakob, 22, in tow, said: "Between us we have eight apartments with access to another 68.

"My apartments will give you the freedom to do what you like when you like. They are all nicely furnished and in the right locations for nightlife. I use clubs like Pinocchio's or Escape where you get lads on the run from conscription into the army. Some of them are stunning."

Spinks, from Greenwich, South London, proudly explained how he contacts the scum who use his services. He said: "I don't need to advertise but have a website run by a friend in Budapest.

"Most business is by word of mouth. I have a lot of regulars who know they can trust me. The boys are also trustworthy. You don't have to worry about them stealing from you."

Spinks then explained how he looks after the needs of his pervert punters.

He said: "We can pick them up by car from the airport or organise a minibus if it is a large group. We will drop them off at apartments and take them out for personalised tours of all the best places."

Spinks tries to meet any needs of his clients - down to a supply of Diet Coke in the fridge.

He said: "They all want boys. We will be flat out pampering them. Most of our business is repeat business and clients won't come back if we don't look after them properly."

Spinks was convicted in 1995 of abducting the 14-year-old.

He drugged the lad, who had run away from a children's home, and sold him as a rent boy in Holland. British and Dutch police launched an investigation after the boy fled to the British Embassy.

Spinks got seven years, cut to five years on appeal. Officers from Scotland Yard's Paedophile Squad were furious when he got parole in 1997 after 30 months. He ignored conditions that he be supervised by probation officers and sign the Sex Offenders Register and fled - sending cops a taunting postcard from Holland.

International businessmen, lawyers and politicians were among Spinks's clients when he ran the notorious Why Not boy brothel in Amsterdam before his arrest.

Cops in Amsterdam secretly taped Spinks offering to supply a video in which a 10-year-old boy was killed. He also said an associate had seen a boy die in the making of a film.

Spinks told our investigators at a meeting in Prague's Wenceslas Square: "Scotland Yard would love to get their hands on me because they wasted pounds 2million investigating me." Two minders watched from a nearby car as Spinks added: "I am well protected here."

When one minder rumbled our photographer, Spinks started ranting and had to be calmed by passing policemen.

The Sunday People revealed last week how vile child killer Robert Oliver, 46, has changed his name ready to flee to Amsterdam.

The pervert was freed two years ago from his 15-year sentence for murdering Jason Swift, 14.

We are making our dossier on vile Spinks available to British police and the Czech authorities.

Operation Framework was an investigation into a number of British men who police believed were taking children abroad, principally to Amsterdam, where they were being sold into prostitution and ****ography.

On the day of the final police ‘swoop’, thirty-one search warrants had been obtained, including one against Warwick Spinks. Spinks at the time was a known but unconvicted paedophile, close to the heart of the trade in children. Police used an undercover officer, known as Todd, to gain Spink’s confidence. The story is reproduced here exactly as Todd recalls it in ‘The Dirty Squad‘ by Michael Hames.

In November 1992 I was tasked to gain the confidence of a man called Warwick Spinks, who lived in Norwood. After gaining his trust I was to monitor his movements and activities with a view to bringing a prosecution. I had to pass myself off as a homosexual paedophile, but this time I had to do it without letting the target know that I knew he was a paedophile. To make matters even more difficult, this man had never been convicted of anything, so I had to work on a person who had no form for me to study, and who also possessed an apparent ability to run rings around the law. It was not going to be an easy job, and we knew this would be a long-term operation. Spinks had placed advertisements in Boyz, a free homosexual magazine, offering flats to rent in Poland and Amsterdam. I called the number in the advertisement and Spinks answered the telephone. I introduced myself as an executive in an insurance and finance business, and I said I would like to use his flat in Amsterdam. We arranged the dates and agreed the terms, and I gave him a special office number so he could contact me if there was any need. He told me I could pick up the keys from him at the flat in Amsterdam, as he would be there on 17 December, the date I was due to arrive.

Spinks had been under fairly regular surveillance, and a couple of days before I was due to meet him he was seen in Victoria station, talking to a teenage boy he was definitely aiming to pick up. I was shown a photograph of the two of them in the station as part of my briefing before I left for Holland. On my arrival in Amsterdam I met up with a young Dutch police officer who was to work with me. He was using the name of Mark. In the early afternoon he drove me to the Amstel district and parked outside a large block of flats with the name `Amstel 294′ on the front. Mark waited in the car and I went into the foyer of the building. I pressed the intercom for one of the flats. A man answered and told me to take the lift to the fifth floor. When I got there I knocked on the door of the flat. Warwick Spinks opened the door. I recognised him at once from the various photographs I had seen. He looked younger than his years; he could easily have been taken for a man of twenty-five, rather fat but quite flashily good-looking, the type anybody would assume to be a ladies’ man. He took me inside and introduced me to the same youth he was photographed with in Victoria station. `This is my friend Ken,’ he said. Spinks then gave me a cursory tour of the flat, which was one big room with kitchen facilities and a fold-down bed, plus a separate shower room and toilet. I said to Spinks, I’ve met a friend of a friend of mine over here. He’s downstairs. He doesn’t know Amsterdam, perhaps we could all go out this evening?’ `Sure: Spinks said. ‘In fact we can go for a drink right now, just so you get the feel of the place, then tonight we’ll all go out for a proper pub crawl: `That’s marvellous,’ I said:I’m here for three days, and I don’t want to miss out on anything. If you really don’t mind showing me round …’

`It’ll be a pleasure, Todd: `Great. I’ll pay for everything. I want to see the right places. You know I winked, ‘where they’ve got the younger element.’ Downstairs I introduced Mark, then the four of us walked through the cold sunlit streets to the Marcella Bar in Princengracht. We sat at a table and Spinks ordered our drinks in Dutch. He was extremely friendly and I appeared to hit it off with him without any difficulty. He commented on my ****ney accent, and I told him that I came from the East End. He told me he was from South London. I tried to ask Ken about himself, but Spinks did all the talking. `Ken lives in Kent. He’s fifteen,’ he added, with the shadow of a wink. Later, when Ken went to the toilet, Spinks told me that he had had sexual intercourse with the lad the night before. He said it was Ken’s first sexual experience and that he had pretended to be drunk and asleep throughout the whole scene. When we were on our second drink Spinks asked me what I was going to do during my stay in Amsterdam. I told him I would like to look at some videos and visit a few gay bars. He told me that there were plenty of chickens — young boys — in the gay bars around the city. I did my best to look pleased about that, then I moved the subject on to videos. `I’ll tell you what, Warwick, I said, ‘I bought a few videos back in England but they were very poor quality.’ `Yeah, well, they would be’. He told me he had run a ****o video business in Kent at one time, using the name of J. Heath. He said all of his stock of videos had been confiscated by the police, but he hadn’t been caught. Do you still have any contacts in the business?’ I asked him. He nodded slowly and smiled. He said that he could get any kind of videos I wanted right there in Amsterdam.

`I don’t think I’d like to run the risk of taking them through Customs’ I said ‘Have you got any back in England I might have a look at?’ `Sure, I’ll fix you up, Todd. Don’t worry about it.’ Later, while Ken and Mark sat saying nothing, looking around them, Spinks told me he had other flats for rent in Warmoestraat, which was in another part of Amsterdam. `But they’re for straight punters. I’ve got flats to rent in Prague and the Canary Islands, too, if you’re ever interested: `I quite fancy Prague,’ I said.’Never been there, mind you’. Spinks told me drink and cigarettes were cheap in Prague. He had plenty of supplies in England and he would be happy to sell some to me cheap. I noticed that Spinks was getting more talkative the more he drank. He told me he had been coming to Amsterdam since he was fifteen years old. He also said that he had been married and had two children, but he had left his wife and was living with a nineteen-year-old Polish boy in Thornton Heath. He referred to this boy as ‘the wife’. When he showed some interest in my own background I told him I was the executive manager of an insurance and finance company. I was single, I said, and usually inclined to keep myself to myself. Spinks told me that tonight, just for a change, I could come out of my shell. He said he would show us round the best gay bars in Amsterdam.Then he looked at his watch. `I have to go. I’ve an appointment to keep.’ We arranged that we would meet again in the evening at seven o’clock, at Amstel 294. Before he and Ken left the bar Spinks gave me a set of keys for the flat. I waited five minutes, then left the bar with Mark. We met up with other Dutch officers and went to a hotel where a room had been booked for me.We spent the rest of the afternoon making notes.

Later I went to the flat with Mark, where we sat and waited for the other two to show up. At about half-past seven Spinks buzzed the intercom and told me he was in the foyer with Ken. Mark and I went down and all four of us went to the Amstelhoek, a gay bar. While we were there Spinks told me he wanted to show me as many bars as possible that evening because he was going back to England with Ken the following day. We stayed in Amstelhoek for about three minutes and then went to Chez Manfred on Halvemassteeg. It was full to the door with gay men of all ages.There were also two middle-aged women, who were walking along the bar, putting lipstick on the men as they passed. We declined their offer and went to another bar opposite. This place was decorated entirely in white, with white cloth on the walls and ceiling. `It’s like walking into a giant condom,’ Spinks said. Like the other places this was a gay bar, as busy as the one across the road. Two black men behind me were dancing, and after a minute I felt two hands closing around my genitals. I looked over my shoulder, trying not to panic, and I saw that one of the black men had turned towards me and was dancing with his front to my back. He grinned at me and so did Spinks. I pulled away from him perhaps a little too sharply, then I quickly explained to Spinks that he had been making me spill my drink. We left this bar after ten minutes and went to a quieter one on Amstel. There were only four other customers and the bar had no disco, so it was possible to have a conversation. Spinks drew me to one side. `Todd, I want your stay in Amsterdam to be a memorable one. There’s lots of other gay bars I want to show you, but I’ve got a problem. I didn’t get a chance to go to the bank, so I’m running low on money. Could you lend me three hundred guilders?’ `No problem’.

I handed him the cash, and I had the immediate sense that I had passed some kind of test. He put his mouth close to my ear. `The next bar we go to,’ he whispered ‘I’m going to fix you up with a chicken’. So events were fitting the required scenario. Spinks had taken to me. I had won his confidence, and he accepted me as a paedophile, all on my first day in the job. The only snag so far was that I had to make sure I had no part in the soliciting of a minor, and I had to do it without making Spinks suspicious. `Listen: I said,’ tapping my chest, ‘I’ve got to be careful. With this heart condition I’ve got, a frisky chicken would probably kill me’ `Nah. Spinks shook his head. ‘You won’t have to do anything. You can just cuddle, or the boy can give you a blow-job. It won’t cost you a thing, either. It’ll be my treat.’ He said I could take the boy back to Amstel 294N, and at some point during the evening we could swap partners. He would let me sleep with Ken while he had sex with the boy he had supplied for me. Now I felt a little flutter of panic. I told Spinks it seemed like a good idea, but the fact was, I fancied Mark. He frowned at me. ‘Isn’t he a bit old for your taste?’ `He is, yes, but he’s the boyfriend of a friend, you see? It would give me a bit of a kick if I could make it with him. I won’t get a chance after tonight, so I’d like to take a shot at it, if you won’t feel offended.’ `Do you think Mark will go for it?’ Spinks muttered. ‘He doesn’t look all that interested to me.’ I said I would speak to Mark, and if he wasn’t interested, I would take Spinks up on his kind offer. `Fair enough: Spinks said. I asked Mark to come outside for a minute. He followed me out on to the cold street.

‘Look’ I said, `me and you have got to fall in love very, very quickly, otherwise we’re both in the ****, big time.’ Mark understood. We walked back into the bar hand in hand. `I’m in with Mark: I whispered to Spinks. ‘But thanks for your offer, anyway.’ Keeping my voice low, I told Spinks that not only had Mark agreed to sleep with me, but he was going to drive me back to his house where I could stay the night, so Spinks could have the use of Amstel 294, which would save him driving across the city to the place where he was staying. `Suits me fine,’ Spinks said, and I could see he had swallowed the story. He looked at his watch. ‘I’ll have to phone the wife soon. He’s a jealous lad and gets stroppy if I don’t keep in touch.’ At about 9:30 I told Spinks I was keen to leave with Mark, now we had an understanding. We said our goodbyes and I thanked Spinks for making my first visit to Amsterdam so enjoyable. I left the bar with Mark and we then drove to my hotel, where we made our notes. I was confident, by that time, that I had made a sound contact with Spinks, and that he not only trusted me and accepted me as a paedophile, but appeared to want to stay friendly. When I returned to England I allowed time for Spinks to get back, then I telephoned him, because I had to give him back the keys to the flat in Amsterdam. I said I would bring them round. He told me not to bother, I could just post them. I said I didn’t like the idea of putting keys in the post, I’d much sooner give them to him. So I met him down in Norwood, and he introduced me to the man he had referred to as his wife. We had a drink and as I left he said he wanted to have a natter with me again really soon. We kept in touch fairly regularly after that. I used to meet him at Compton’s and similar places in the West End. It was an easy-going arrangement, smoother than I had imagined at the outset.

Then without any warning Spinks moved to Hastings to live. I made excuses to keep in contact with him there, too. Operation Framework at that point had been running for about two years; they now had a list of numerous names and addresses where they would soon make simultaneous swoops nationwide. The big day was about to dawn. I went down to Hastings to find out if Spinks would be there the following Tuesday, when the raids were due to take place. When I was alone with him in his house he said, ‘I had two lovely boys here. Fourteen, they were, both of them.’ He winked. `I took photographs.’ `Local lads, are they?’ I asked him. `No fear.They’re from a children’s home in Doncaster.’ I told him I would love to see the photographs. He said he hadn’t had them developed yet. `I’m going over to Amsterdam next week, I’ll get them developed then. I asked him what the boys looked like. One was fair, he said, and was called Tom; the other one, Ricky, was dark-haired. `Lovely,’ I said. I’d definitely like to see them.’ Because of that conversation, the Framework invasion plan was put on hold until we had a date when Warwick Spinks would be back home at Hastings. Meanwhile, going on the descriptions of the boys I had been given, plus their names and the location, the police were able to go to the only children’s home in Doncaster where they found, sure enough, that two boys with those names and fitting those descriptions had run away several days earlier. Later, when the boys had been found again and brought back to the home, one of them described how they had been picked up in Hastings by Spinks and taken to his home. He had sodomised them at knife-point, then made them sodomise each other.Operation Framework was an investigation into a number of British men who police believed were taking children abroad, principally to Amsterdam, where they were being sold into prostitution and ****ography.

On the day of the final police ‘swoop’, thirty-one search warrants had been obtained, including one against Warwick Spinks. Spinks at the time was a known but unconvicted paedophile, close to the heart of the trade in children. Police used an undercover officer, known as Todd, to gain Spink’s confidence. The story is reproduced here exactly as Todd recalls it in ‘The Dirty Squad‘ by Michael Hames. One of them was taken to Amsterdam and sold to the owner of a club called the Blue Boy. He eventually escaped through a window and went to the British consul, who brought him back to England. Meanwhile, Framework had to be re-scheduled, so I called Spinks in Amsterdam and said I was thinking of coming over to Hastings the following Wednesday, which was when the officers running Framework wanted to make all the raids. ‘I’ll be home that day, sure: he told me.’Earlier than that, most likely. Come down when you like: `I wondered if you’d have the photos of the two lads you told me about,’ I said. `I should have them by then, yeah: he said.’You won’t be disappointed, I can promise you.’ `Great. I’ll see you next Wednesday, then: Spinks was duly raided the following Wednesday.Among other material, the police found the negatives of the photographs of Tom and Ricky from the children’s home. At Lewes Crown Court Spinks pleaded not guilty to a number of charges. After I and everyone else involved in the case had given evidence, Spinks was found guilty. He was sentenced to seven years’ imprisonment.

Man who tried to import video:‘I did not know what was inside’Amsterdam-based Russell Tricker denies knowing political sensitivity of confiscated video

By Mark Conrad and Mark Watts 29 March 2014 |

Businessman Russell Tricker claims to have no idea why Customs officersconfiscated “indecent or obscene” films and videos from him at Dover in1982.

The seizure notice shows that Customs took custody of three 8mm films,three video cassettes and an “order form”.The items, according to thenotice, “have been seized as liable to forfeiture upon the grounds thatthe said goods are indecent or obscene articles.”

It continued:“If any of the said articles is in itself not indecent, itwas mixed or packed with an indecent or obscene article liable toforfeiture under the customs and excise acts.”

Ruysdaelkade, Amsterdam

They were just confiscated, and I was allowed to continue my journeyRussell Tricker, of AmsterdamThe Customs officer who signed the seizure notice has come underpressure to stay silent about the material, which includes a video ofchild sex abuse that allegedly takes place in the presence of a formerConservative cabinet minister

customs seized the items at the port of Dover in January 1982.

The seizure notice was dated August 1982, and addressed to Tricker, aBritish national of Ruysdaelkade in Amsterdam, Holland.

Tricker used the address as the base for Toff’s Apartments, whichoffered rooms and flats that were advertised in gay guides as holidaylets.He also ran a coach company, Toff’s Travel, from the same address.

The notice gave brief details of some of the seized material.One videocassette was entitled, ‘GB10’.

A victim of child sex abuse in Amsterdam who is familiar with the videotold Exaro that it showed boys, some of them “runaways”, who could be“ordered” by paedophile clients.

“This was a tape of British boys who were for sale to clients,” he said.

Another video cassette was called, ‘Amsterdam Tramway Museum’, andfeatured images of boys from elsewhere in Europe who could beordered.The video started with a few minutes of train footage before itreached ****ographic images of boys.

Exaro tracked Tricker to his new home on the outskirts of Amsterdam.Heconfirmed that he was stopped by Customs officials when travellingthrough Dover in 1982.He said that he was a coach passenger.

But he claimed that he did not know what was inside the sealedpackages.He told Exaro:“I have nothing to hide.I was asked to take somebrown envelopes to England.They were seized by Customs.I did not knowwhat was inside them.”

Tricker said that a business associate had asked him to take thepackages into the country, then to post them to a UK address.

Asked whether he was aware of claims that an ex-minister and child sexabuse featured on one of the videos, Tricker denied any knowledge of thecontent.

“They were just confiscated, and I was allowed to continue myjourney.They detained me for two hours,” he said.

Tricker confirmed that he was convicted of a child-sex offence inHolland in 1992.He said that he was jailed for two-and-a-half years, butwas released after five months after being cleared on appeal.He deniedthat he was a paedophile.

His lawyers were able to show that the boy concerned had a falseidentity card and had pretended to be above age, Tricker said.

The boy was later shot dead in Amsterdam, he said.“It is a sad story,”he added.

Tricker also confirmed that he was a personal friend of Peter Glencross,who was commercial manager of Spartacus Internationalarticles/4826/files-reveal-who-turned-elm-guest-house-into-paedo-brothel>.Atthe time, Spartacus International was used to attract members to theSpartacus Club, an underground paedophile network.

A German company has since taken over Spartacus International, andtransformed it into a respectable publisher of gay guides.

Tricker also admitted a link with the notorious British paedophile,Warwick Spinks.Tricker said that he and Spinks “go back a long way.”

“Do not say that I realised from the beginning that he was up to nogood, because that is not true.”

Spinks was jailed in 1995 for a sexual offence against a boy inHastings, Sussex.

After being released in 1997, Spinks breached his parole conditions andfled to Prague, capital of the Czech Republic.Spinks was re-arrestedwhen he entered the UK in November 2012, but released just months later.